Birthday bonanza(s)
Weeeeeell, we are approaching the big numero uno for our blog subject here, and the question is...to party or not to party? I've tried making guest lists, but they end up being, like, 20+ people long. Doesn't that seem like it would be overwhelming for baby/adults alike? And should I bake him a special cake? Does he even like cake? What do you get for your son when he turns such a ripe old age?
When I get tired of thinking about planning Isaac's birthday, I turn to a birthday requiring absolutely no planning that looms on the horizon. That's right, only 12 shopping days left till it's MY birthday. I have learned from my ill-conceived Christmas wishlist, where I made the mistake of asking for gift certificates to American Eagle (which I received a TON of, half of which are still sitting upstairs unspent -- how can one possibly go clothes-shopping where trying things on is required when one has a baby in tow?). For my birthday, I want only one thing: gift certificates to InSpa(**Editor's note: fixed link -- hurray for my slapshod HTML skillz**), a day spa 10 minutes away from my house. Do I hear birthday massage? What's that, you think I need a pedicure, too? And various other things waxed and preened and the like? Not only is this particular spa near my house, but it is relatively inexpensive (as spas go), insists on NO TIPPING, and tax is included in their listed prices. The best part of all is that it's in our favorite outdoor shopping mall, the University Village, so Dad and Isaac could drop me off for my girlying-up and go amuse themselves at Starbucks and/or The Apple Store for a hour. Or two.
When I get tired of thinking about planning Isaac's birthday, I turn to a birthday requiring absolutely no planning that looms on the horizon. That's right, only 12 shopping days left till it's MY birthday. I have learned from my ill-conceived Christmas wishlist, where I made the mistake of asking for gift certificates to American Eagle (which I received a TON of, half of which are still sitting upstairs unspent -- how can one possibly go clothes-shopping where trying things on is required when one has a baby in tow?). For my birthday, I want only one thing: gift certificates to InSpa(**Editor's note: fixed link -- hurray for my slapshod HTML skillz**), a day spa 10 minutes away from my house. Do I hear birthday massage? What's that, you think I need a pedicure, too? And various other things waxed and preened and the like? Not only is this particular spa near my house, but it is relatively inexpensive (as spas go), insists on NO TIPPING, and tax is included in their listed prices. The best part of all is that it's in our favorite outdoor shopping mall, the University Village, so Dad and Isaac could drop me off for my girlying-up and go amuse themselves at Starbucks and/or The Apple Store for a hour. Or two.
posted by Claire at 8:38 PM
3 Comments:
I have never known someone to shamelessly plug their own birthday, as much as yourself. (Except, possibly Dana.) I'm glad to see that has not changed.
It's silly, yet admirable at the same time.
Evan The Genius/Tool
Thanks, Gma J, for pointing this out. Fixed now.
Evs: I realize that, like myself, people are busy and require reminders for important events. Important events like my birthday.
We're having the same dilemma with Mo's 1st birthday party. It's quite the decision, but we finally decided to have a party at the house. Today we even settled on a date for that party. Now what we're going to actually do at the party remains to be seen! I think I'll check out your grandma's suggestion - fisher price!
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